I should have done this a long time ago

 

Author’s note: if any of you were wondering, Erik looks like the ever-sexy Gerard Butler Phantom… I obviously could not portray him any other way! ;)

“Wha- CHRISTINE?!”

Christine jumped and sat up quickly, knocking her head against Erik’s chin.

Raoul had come bursting in, hoping to save his beloved from the monster that had abducted her, but instead he found her naked in that THING’S arms.

“Raoul!” she desperately tried to cover her bare chest, but the blankets were twisted around her and her angel.

Erik grabbed his shirt and gave it to her. She gratefully pulled it on.

Erik pulled on his trousers and stood, facing the horrified Vicomte.

“So, you thought this was a normal fairy tale; that the monster captured the girl and was going to hurt her, and you’d come in, sword drawn, banner flying to save her and slay the monster. Well this is a different kind of story. In this story, the girl falls in love with the monster and together, they go down to his lair and he takes what is rightfully his, which she gives willingly. Then, the seemingly misinformed prince comes in and, seeing that his object of desire has chosen another, he leaves, never to return.”

Christine hated it when her angel called himself a monster, but she loved the way Raoul’s face grew pale at Erik’s words.

She stood up and wrapped her arms around her angel. “You see Raoul, I love Erik. You are my childhood friend, and I do not want to hurt you, but you are too late. There was a time that I would’ve loved you, but that was years ago. My heart belongs to my angel of music, and it always will. So, like Erik said, you will have to leave.”

The dejected Vicomte left, heart broken.

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Back to the Phantom and his lover:

 “Ooh Erik! Do you think it cruel of me if I say that I found the look on Raoul’s face very amusing?”

“No, I would not, mon amour, for I was thinking the exact same thing. Now, let us return to bed. I feel my need for you growing again.”

So he carried her to the bed and laid her down gently.

“Erik? Have I ever told you how much I love your hands? They’re so long and thin and calloused; the hands of a musician.” Christine purred. “I’d love to feel them all over my body.”

“And so you shall, ange, and so you shall.” And with that, Erik removed his shirt from her body and began to softly caress her. He gently ran his long fingers down her neck, and stopped at her lovely breasts.

Curious to see her reaction, he stroked her sensitive nipples. She let out a cry and writhed under his touch, his cold fingers sending waves of passion through her.

Only he could make her feel this way.

He continued his journey, down her stomach and through her dark curls at the apex of her thighs. He slid his fingers lower, finding her sensitive spot.

She shrieked and bucked her hips against his petting fingers. “Oh. OH ERIK!”

He slid his fingers inside her and began slowly caressing her tight, velvety walls. He leaned down and caught her mouth in a heart-stopping kiss. Their tongues dueled aggressively as he pumped his fingers in and out of her ruthlessly.

She came, screaming his name so loud, the entire opera house heard, and Raoul, who was making his final descent, hung his head, the tears already forming. Then he swore to himself that this was not the end. Christine will be his, and he will ensure of it, no matter what he has to do to get her to change her mind.

 

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